February 5th, 2007

aintesduck's drawring of me

I promise you, I will... (thank you, idioscosmos, for getting that song stuck in my head)

Dreamed that they allowed me to be in a choir concert at school. They even found me an outfit! Things got busy and another girl and I were left outside in the rain. They had forgotten about us completely, or felt that we weren't important enough to worry about. I woke up completely saddened by the dream...

... to see it was broad fucking daylight. This means, of course, that I missed Spanish class - AGAIN. This angered me GREATLY. I had set my alarm last night, made SURE it was for 430 am and not pm, and made SURE I turned it on. If it had gone off, I would have had to sleep through two hours of music and commercials. They always wake me up eventually, and incorporate themselves into my dream until then. (Hence the dream where I gathered all my coworkers to the front of the store so I could stand on a pallet of paper and sing "Bohemian Rhapsody" to them.)

So, shit. Tomorrow, I'll peek at the financial aid stuff to see what the possibilities are for dropping the class. This would leave me with nine credits instead of fourteen, so I think I would just be on probation. I'm already failing the class, anyway. This way, I could actually study it until next quarter, retake the class with an instructor that isn't a scary bastard (though he makes us laugh, his one on ones are terrifying and demeaning) and give it another go. I'll also make certain that I don't have it at 8 a.m. Why it is so difficult for me to wake up at that time is beyond me. Granted, I stayed up until 2 a.m. reading (no, I wasn't playing WoW, I went to bed around ten), but I've done that many times before. I wake up groggy and irritated, but at least I wake up.